Noir

The French word for the color black.
This color resembles death;
Death in the most brutal ways.

Black is the color of nothing pleasant.
Its cruel and heartless.
It shows no mercy at the sight of ones’ pain.
It grows colder everyday.

Fear.
Destruction.
Chaos.

I hate Noir.
It sends paralyzing fear down my spine.

Think.
Your in a pitch black room.
You hear screams. You hear footsteps coming closer and closer.
Your heart is racing like a speeding bullet.
You don’t know what to do.
You strain your eyes to see anything.
Anything at all.
It’s no use.
You panic.

This Noir messes with reality.
It makes you hear things and see things that didn’t even happen.
It creates disturbed fear in the minds of others.
You have to learn to control this fear,
Or else it will take over you.
You’ll never be able to get rid of it,
For it will always be in the back of your mind.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for the perfect moment to scare you.

The sun will rise someday;
Someday soon.
And let its radiance and splendor shine over us all.